The Day They Fired Me, I Found the Family They Had Buried

It was restoration.

Afterward, in the hallway, Maribel touched the paper like it might disappear.

“I missed your whole life,” she whispered.

I shook my head. “No. You were stolen from it.”

Lenora smiled through tears. “Then we stop letting thieves decide what remains.”

Six months after the day I was fired, I returned to the same glass tower where security continue reading …